Pandora
A bit of classic teen angst that I dug up from the archives. Don't open the box.
They said these were the days of our lives
They promised us magic unending
Every single glamour-loving silver screen
Assures us of some kind of happy ending
But I know they are wrong
I've been told it all my life
Hope
A glimmer in the dark
A flicker of a spark
A lovely warning flare
Your doom is near, but pay no heed
Such is the curse of the human breed
She may keep it in, but it's always there
Something in your eyes holds a light
Of mischief, and magic, and scheming
I dream that it could let me take flight
But I know that I've only been dreaming
For I sit here alone
And gouge my cynicism into the page
Hope
A glimmer in the dark
A flicker of a spark
A lovely warning flare
Your doom is near, but pay no heed
Such is the curse of the human breed
She may keep it in, but it's always there
And I laugh at myself
And I laugh at the Greeks
And the rest of humanity, and Hollywood too
For finding fault in every single brick in the road
So that we clutch our pixie dust until it's all we can hold
And pretend that dreams come true
They said these were the days of our lives
I hear them as I come down to Earth
To realize that I am just a mortal girl
And to cry for all I'm worth
About the Creator
Violet P. Davies
Words make me feel fulfilled occasionally.
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